Don't die before your death

Day: May 5, 2017

She turned around; I held her hand – “Show it then…get rid of the mask.”

“What if the face behind it doesn’t meet your expectations?” She retorted.

“It won’t matter…”

“Then don’t see it…”

I sighed – “How will I find you if I wish to see you again?”

Not caring to reply, she slipped into her car; “You’ll miss your flight…” She shouted.

I sat beside her silently.

I hardly knew this girl sitting behind the wheel, driving me to the airport. Two days back when I met her at a themed party, she had this mask on like everybody else. She was the most lively girl I’d ever met.

We spent the whole night talking on the beach; she wasn’t just another girl. She did everything in her own queer way. I didn’t know why she hid her face, but I could tell that it wouldn’t have lessened or intensified my liking for her.

“I like you.” I blurted out.

“People’s definitions of like and love have always hurt me…”

“Mine won’t…trust me.”

“Even after seeing this!!” She said, removing the mask from her face.

I jerked back; the right side of it was completely burnt and distorted.

She smiled – “No worries, I’m used to rejection…”

I opened my mouth to tell her…

Suddenly there was a loud bang and the car spun out. It flipped over; My head collided with the window. It flipped a couple more times before coming to a stop. My vision began to go blurry; the last thing I saw was her eyes fixed on mine.

“It doesn’t make me like you any less…” I wanted to tell her, before it’d happened.